Solace - S01 E20

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Solace - S01 E20

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This broke the spell our mother was under. She was already crying as she fled the room, her footsteps pounding up the stairs and the door to her bedroom slamming shut with a crash. Despite this, my balls were still retracted up into my body, pulsing as they shot thick hot wads of sperm up into my sister’s nubile womb.

Cora rode out her own orgasm on top of me. It was a big one. Her whole body shook as she clamped down on me, holding on for dear life in violent convulsions of unrestrained pleasure. I was in shock, but as soon as her climax was over she rolled off of me onto the couch.

“Fuck.” She said. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

I could only stare vacantly in agreement. A glob of cum oozed out of her pussy and onto the couch.

“Fuck. You need to go talk to her.” Cora said. Her breathing was ragged and her eyes wild. She was looking at me seriously, but the way her thighs were clenched together told me she was still riding out aftershocks.

“What?” I responded.

“You need to go talk to her, let her know that it’s ok and that you still love her.”

“You think that’s the fucking problem right now?” I asked.

“God, men are so dense. Yes! Yes that’s the fucking problem! She’s heartbroken right now, and probably super jealous. She probably thinks you’re going to replace her with me, and that she’s going to lose you.” My sister’s voice grew quiet. “That’s how I felt when I caught you two.”

Cora looked up at me with her perfect eyes. Love, concern, and a certain accepting peace were all visible in them.

“You need to go let her know that she won’t lose you. You need to take care of her. Take care of us. You need to give her what she needs. You can’t hold anything back from her. You understand what I’m saying?”

Cora pushed me slightly to get me off the couch. I stood, evaluating her words. They rang true. Mom had already lost so much, she needed to know she wouldn’t lose us too. I slung my soggy cock back into my pants and zipped up. I was still a mess, I smelled like sex, there was a large wet spot on the front of my jeans. But this couldn’t wait. My sister stared after me as I ascended the stairs to comfort our distraught mother.

To Be Continued...